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Akon
Smack That (Remix) Lyrics
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Smack That (Remix) Lyrics by Akon
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(feat. Bobby Creekwater, Stat Quo) [Akon] Shady, Konvict, Upfront... [Chorus: Akon] I feel you creepin I can see it from my shadow Wanna jump up in my Lamborghini Gulatto Maybe go to my place and just kick it like Tae-Bo And possibly bend ya over Look back and watch me smack that, all on the floor Smack that, give me some more Smack that, 'til you get sore Smack that, oh-ohhh-oh-ohh Smack that, all on the floor Smack that, give me some more Smack that, 'til you get sore Smack that, oh-ohhh-oh-ohh [Akon] Shorty if you wanna ride you can ride on me We can bump heads and collide on me Want beef, damn right can rely on me To bring that Campbell like Naomi Just pull that girl and take it on easy Lookin all oiled up and all greasy Bout that time you stop that teasin Way that you drop done got me here cheesin What's funny is that you takin all my money for real I rather spend it on you Right now than my homie's bail And I can see that's what you're made fo' And ain't ever been no lame ho With that booty bought and paid fo' Won't move 'til you on my payroll! [Chorus] [Stat Quo] Yeah, yeah, Stat Quo! Ahhh! I love when you do it girl move to it like you're used to it Drop it down I wanna put my thang through it To the crib we go, go fast and slow Make it twirl like a stripper slide down my pole Shawty ass so swole got your boy like whoa One night with me now she wanna marry Stat Quo But I'm like no, let's keep it on the low On occasion let me come through and tap that hole Make you lose control and all her girls know that I hit it right at night, I'm a pro I only come 'round and get sexual if she flexible and bisexual I might stay around for a longer time Only if, only if she can blow my mind I can hurt that, murk that, work that spine Now she in love and wants to be mine Stat Quo, YEA! [Chorus] [Bobby Creekwater] Yeah, it's Bobby Creek, know'msayin? The ice in the watch reflects the light to her The money quite green and the ice light bluer The swag might kill her so I said good night to her She don't want me to leave I can see right through her So we, dipped out, burn one trip out Get low like Caribbean limbo Didn't go out like light, baby girl get right Head so swole my hat don't fit right We can cruise in the car or we could take flight The middle of the night, make your body (8) like (Mike Vick) against the Eagles Call myself a king cause I'm regal To be this hot is not legal But we don't care, listen baby it's a fact that if you drop back I'ma quarterback sack that We can go deep and I can shark attack that Say you don't remember where your keys and your hat at? [Chorus - repeat 2X]
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